Contain it.

Its the kind of thing that just grows little by little. Just quietly, I have a feeling, it might bloom into something pretty. Ballooning bigger, and bigger, bigger, til its all cinnamon sweet and bubble gum pink. Candyfloss and lollipop stains on tongue. We'll be good together. Circles over cirlces, spin it round till we're over and under. Makes me giggle, I try really hard. Squeeze my knees together, hand over mouth, like lid over jar. It's sparkling so hard and too too precious already, that I can hardly, contain myself. J